The full text of this poetry tract card is shown below in the KJV version.

They borrowed a bed to lay His head At Jesus’ incarnation; They borrowed the colt on which He rode Midst shouts of jubilation; But the crown He wore, and the cross He boreWere His own.

He borrowed the bread when the crowd He fed On the grassy mountainside; He borrowed the fish when the people did wish Their hunger satisfied; But the crown He wore, and the cross He boreWere His own

He borrowed the ship in which to sit To teach the crowd that pressed; He borrowed pots which were filled to their tops And made wine, the very best; But the crown He wore, and the cross He boreWere His own.

He borrowed a room on the way to the tomb The Passover feast to eat; They borrowed a cave—for Him a grave; They borrowed the linen sheet. But the crown He wore, and the cross He boreWere His own.

The thorns on His head were worn in my stead, For me the Saviour died. The guilt of my sin drove the nails in When Him they crucified; Though the crown He wore, and the cross He bore Were His own—They were rightly mine.

“Who His own self bare our sins in His own body on the tree that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.” (1 Peter 2:24)